text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"ANG.
Oh, that every heart was like mine, a stranger to dissimulation! Why is the countenance made a mask for the soul, when it should be a mirror, in which every eye might behold the true features of the mind, in the deformity of vice, or the loveliness of virtue!
(III.iii, p. 62)",2013-08-16 04:23:02 UTC,"""Why is the countenance made a mask for the soul, when it should be a mirror, in which every eye might behold the true features of the mind, in the deformity of vice, or the loveliness of virtue!""",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene iii",Physiognomy,,Mirror,•I've included thrice: Mirror and Face and Mask,"Searching ""mirror"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama); found again searching in ECCO-TCP",15081,5643
"Now slow along the blossom'd dale we go
Wooing sequester'd Silence, where she sits
Embow'r'd with shrubs (impervious to the ken
Of eyes which keep their worship for the world)
Refuge of tender hearts, who still must fear
(So delicately white th'unsullied gloss
Of innocence in love and faith engag'd)
To ""spot its snowy mantle,""* should it mix
With the mad multitude, where passions fell,
And strangers to their bosom, enter wild,
Like Sin and Death in Paradise, to jar
On the soft music of according souls!
*Sterne",2010-06-22 19:25:33 UTC,"Silence is the ""Refuge of tender hearts must fear mixing ""With the mad multitude, where passions fell, / And strangers to their bosom, enter wild, / Like Sin and Death in Paradise, to jar / On the soft music of according souls!""",2006-03-05 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2010-06-22,Inhabitants,"•Footnote gives, ""Sterne."" Note, ""mad multitude"" appears in Dryden's translation of the Aeneid and in Aaron Hill.
•I've included twice: Stranger and Music","Searching ""passion"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""bosom""",15084,5644
"ANG.
Oh, that every heart was like mine, a stranger to dissimulation! Why is the countenance made a mask for the soul, when it should be a mirror, in which every eye might behold the true features of the mind, in the deformity of vice, or the loveliness of virtue!
(III.iii)",2013-08-16 04:26:59 UTC,"""Oh, that every heart was like mine, a stranger to dissimulation!""",2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene iii","",,Inhabitants,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Drama)",15086,5643
"'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower
Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume,
And we are weeds without it. All constraint,
Except what wisdom lays on evil men,
Is evil; hurts the faculties, impedes
Their progress in the road of science; blinds
The eyesight of discovery, and begets
In those that suffer it, a sordid mind
Bestial, a meagre intellect, unfit
To be the tenant of man's noble form.
Thee therefore still, blame-worthy as thou art,
With all thy loss of empire, and though squeezed
By public exigence till annual food
Fails for the craving hunger of the state,
Thee I account still happy, and the chief
Among the nations, seeing thou art free!
My native nook of earth! Thy clime is rude,
Replete with vapours, and disposes much
All hearts to sadness, and none more than mine;
Thine unadulterate manners are less soft
And plausible than social life requires,
And thou hast need of discipline and art
To give thee what politer France receives
From Nature's bounty,--that humane address
And sweetness, without which no pleasure is
In converse, either starved by cold reserve,
Or flush'd with fierce dispute, a senseless brawl;
Yet being free, I love thee. For the sake
Of that one feature, can be well content,
Disgraced as thou hast been, poor as thou art,
To seek no sublunary rest beside.
But once enslaved, farewell! I could endure
Chains no where patiently, and chains at home
Where I am free by birthright, not at all.
Then what were left of roughness in the grain
Of British natures, wanting its excuse
That it belongs to freemen, would disgust
And shock me. I should then with double pain
Feel all the rigour of thy fickle clime;
And if I must bewail the blessing lost
For which our Hampdens and our Sidneys bled,
I would at least bewail it under skies
Milder, among a people less austere,
In scenes which, having never known me free,
Would not reproach me with the loss I felt.
Do I forebode impossible events,
And tremble at vain dreams? Heaven grant I may!
But the age of virtuous politics is past,
And we are deep in that of cold pretence.
Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere,
And we too wise to trust them. He that takes
Deep in his soft credulity the stamp
Designed by loud declaimers on the part
Of liberty, themselves the slaves of lust,
Incurs derision for his easy faith
And lack of knowledge, and with cause enough.
For when was public virtue to be found
Where private was not? Can he love the whole
Who loves no part? he be a nation's friend
Who is in truth the friend of no man there?
Can he be strenuous in his country's cause,
Who slights the charities for whose dear sake
That country, if at all, must be beloved?
(Bk. V, ll. 446-508, pp. 222-4)",2009-09-14 19:42:44 UTC,"The ""eyesight of discovery"" may be blinded by constraints",2003-12-29 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•Note: In Cowper the metaphorical categories I am at such pains to distinguish are mixed and are often used to make assertions about more than just the mind. INTEREST.
•I've included twice: Eyesight and Blindness,HDIS,15089,5614
"I. Rules for rendering the Mind a tabula rasa, on which the hand of Nature is to write by observation and experiments: [end page 178] and for expelling the prejudices, which have retarded the progress of the useful Sciences and Arts.
Prejudices--
--common to the species
--peculiar to every individual
--from verbal distinctions
--from the authority of systems of Philosophy
(pp. 178-9)",2009-09-14 19:42:45 UTC,"""Rules for rendering the Mind a tabula rasa, on which the hand of Nature is to write by observation and experiments: and for expelling the prejudices, which have retarded the progress of the useful Sciences and Arts.""",2006-10-13 00:00:00 UTC,Part III,Blank Slate,,Writing,"","Searching ""tabula rasa"" in ECCO",15091,5645
"'Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat
To peep at such a world. To see the stir
Of the great Babel and not feel the crowd.
To hear the roar she sends through all her gates
At a safe distance, where the dying sound
Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Thus sitting and surveying thus at ease
The globe and its concerns, I seem advanced
To some secure and more than mortal height,
That liberates and exempts me from them all.
It turns submitted to my view, turns round
With all its generations; I behold
The tumult and am still. The sound of war
Has lost its terrors ere it reaches me,
Grieves but alarms me not. I mourn the pride
And avarice that make man a wolf to man,
Hear the faint echo of those brazen throats
By which he speaks the language of his heart,
And sigh, but never tremble at the sound.
He travels and expatiates, as the bee
From flower to flower, so he from land to land;
The manners, customs, policy of all
Pay contribution to the store he gleans;
He sucks intelligence in every clime,
And spreads the honey of his deep research
At his return, a rich repast for me.
He travels, and I too. I tread his deck,
Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes
Discover countries, with a kindred heart
Suffer his woes and share in his escapes,
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
",2013-03-19 04:59:20 UTC,"""I tread his deck, / Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes / Discover countries, with a kindred heart / Suffer his woes and share in his escapes, / While fancy, like the finger of a clock, / Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.""",2006-11-16 00:00:00 UTC,Book IV. The Winter Evening,"",,"","","Searching ""fancy"" and ""clock"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15092,5646
"There was as great a storm of wind and rain as I have almost ever seen, which necessarily confined us to the house; but we were fully compensated by Dr Johnson's conversation. He said, he did not grudge Burke's being the first man in the House of Commons, for he was the first man every where; but he grudged that a fellow who makes no figure in company, and has a mind as narrow as the neck of a vinegar cruet, should make a figure in the House of Commons, merely by having the knowledge of a few forms, and being furnished with a little occasional information. He told us, the first time he saw Dr Young was at the house of Mr Richardson, the author of Clarissa. He was sent for, that the doctor might read to him his Conjectures on Original Composition, which he did, and Dr Johnson made his remarks; and he was surprised to find Young receive as novelties, what he thought very common maxims. He said, he believed Young was not a great scholar, nor had studied regularly the art of writing; that there were very fine things in his Night Thoughts, though you could not find twenty lines together without some extravagance. He repeated two passages from his Love of Fame--the characters of Brunetta and Stella, which he praised highly. He said Young pressed him much to come to Wellwyn. He always intended it, but never went. He was sorry when Young died. The cause of quarrel between Young and his son, he told us, was, that his son insisted Young should turn away a clergyman's widow, who lived with him, and who, having acquired great influence over the father, was saucy to the son. Dr Johnson said, she could not conceal her resentment at him, for saying to Young, that 'an old man should not resign himself to the management of any body.' I asked him, if there was any improper connection between them. 'No, sir, no more than between two statues. He was past fourscore, and she a very coarse woman. She read to him, and, I suppose, made his coffee, and frothed his chocolate, and did such things as an old man wishes to have done for him.'
(pp. 323-4)",2013-06-26 18:37:25 UTC,"""He [Johnson] said, he did not grudge Burke's being the first man in the House of Commons, for he was the first man every where; but he grudged that a fellow who makes no figure in company, and has a mind as narrow as the neck of a vinegar cruet, should make a figure in the House of Commons, merely by having the knowledge of a few forms, and being furnished with a little occasional information.""",2006-09-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Thursday, 30th September","",,"",•Greene thinks this narrow fellow is Lord North.,"Reading Donald Greene's The Politics of Samuel Johnson, 2nd ed. (Athens and London: The University of Georgia Press, 1990), 2. Found again searching in C-H Lion.",15110,5657
"Without such instances as you mention my dear, my mind, which was once likely to become the seat of the Furies, has not only been calmed and improved by the instructions of my present dear mamma, but also by attention to opinions given in company, concerning people judged to possess violent uncontrouled passions, and others who submitted to the decrees of Providence like christians.—But here comes my dear mamma.
(Vol. II, pages 6-7)",2011-09-28 01:26:27 UTC,"""Without such instances as you mention my dear, my mind, which was once likely to become the seat of the Furies, has not only been calmed and improved by the instructions of my present dear mamma, but also by attention to opinions given in company, concerning people judged to possess violent uncontrouled passions, and others who submitted to the decrees of Providence like christians.""",2010-07-15 18:41:20 UTC,"In ""The Reformation""; spoken by Miss Sutton","",,"","",Contributed by PC Fleming,17959,6747
"It is very true, my dear. But though I can by no mean acquit Miss Rawlins, yet I must say, that she has an excuse which you could not have pleaded. Her mamma was the very reverse of yours, and lived just long enough to strengthen the weeds springing in her child's mind, which was the proper business of maternal care to eradicate. The unfortunate prejudice, which in common with many other young people, Miss Rawlins took up against a mother-in-law, prevented her listening to the admonitions of hers, which increased her stubbornness to such a pitch, that nothing but the miseries she has endured, could have overcome them. (Vol. II, page 28)",2010-07-15 18:47:10 UTC,"""Her mamma was the very reverse of yours, and lived just long enough to strengthen the weeds springing in her child's mind, which was the proper business of maternal care to eradicate.""",2010-07-15 18:47:10 UTC,"In ""The Reformation""; spoken by Mrs. Sutton","",,"","","Contributed by PC Fleming, searching ""mind.""",17960,6747
"We will allow that it was, as you say, their indispensible duty; but is there no reciprocal duty on the child's part? Is there no return of affection required for fifteen years comfortable subsistence? Look down upon the lower ranks of life, and see what extremities of wretchedness many of the poorer sort of children endure for want of food and raiment; and surely the reflection which the view will excite, must kindle in your heart a spark of gratitude towards those who have so amply provided for your defence against those evils. (Vol. II, page 42)",2010-07-15 19:02:21 UTC,"""Look down upon the lower ranks of life, and see what extremities of wretchedness many of the poorer sort of children endure for want of food and raiment; and surely the reflection which the view will excite, must kindle in your heart a spark of gratitude towards those who have so amply provided for your defence against those evils.""",2010-07-15 19:02:21 UTC,"In ""The Maternal Sister."" Spoken by Miss Cleveland.","",,"","","Contributed by PC Fleming, searching ""heart""",17961,6747